DAVID BOWIE - Young Americans lyrics

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They pulled in just behind the fridge<br>He lays her down, he frowns<br>Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young? <br>He kissed her then and there<br>She took his ring, took his babies<br>It took him minutes, took her nowhere<br>Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but<br><br>All night<br>She wants the young american<br>Young american, young american, she wants the young american<br>All right<br>She wants the young american<br><br>Scanning life through the picture windows<br>She finds the slinky vagabond<br>He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but<br>Heaven forbid, she'll take anything<br>But the freak, and his type, all for nothing<br>He misses a step and cuts his hand, but<br>Showing nothing, he swoops like a song<br>She cries where have all papa's heroes gone? <br><br>All night<br>She wants the young american<br>Young american, young american, she wants the young american<br>All right<br>She wants the young american<br><br>All the way from washington<br>Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor<br>We live for just these twenty years<br>Do we have to die for the fifty more? <br><br>All night<br>He wants the young american<br>Young american, young american, he wants the young american<br>All right<br>He wants the young american<br><br>Do you remember, your president nixon? <br>Do you remember, the bills you have to pay<br>Or even yesterday<br><br>Have you been an un-american? <br>Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout<br>Leather, leather everywhere, and<br>Not a myth left from the ghetto<br>Well, well, well, would you carry a razor<br>In case, just in case of depression<br>Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors<br>Blushing at all the afro-sheilas<br>Ain't that close to love? <br>Well, ain't that poster love? <br>Well, it ain't that barbie doll<br>Her heart's been broken just like you have<br><br>And<br>All night<br>You want the young american<br>Young american, young american, you want the young american<br>All right<br>You want the young american<br><br>You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler<br>A pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler<br>Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train<br>Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache<br>I heard the news today, oh boy<br>I got a suite and you got defeat<br>Ain't there a man you can say no more? <br>And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? <br>And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? <br>Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? <br>Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? <br>Ain't there one damn song that can make me<br>Break down and cry? <br><br>All night<br>I want the young american<br>Young american, young american, I want the young american<br>All right<br>I want the young american<br>Young american<br>Young american, young american, I want the young american<br>(I want with you, I want with you want)<br>All right<br>(you want it, I want you you, you want i, I want you want)<br>Young american, young american, I want the young american (I want to want, to want, to want , to want i, I want you)<br>All right<br>(lord I wanted the young american)<br>(young american)<br>Young american, young american<br>I want the young american<br>Mmmmmm mmm